When: February 4, 2024, morning Where: A cafe Who: Victoire Weasley & anyone probably adults unless your student has a reason to be out
A morning could not, and should not, be started without coffee and a good book. Victoire had picked up the mentality during her sixth year at Hogwarts, and over the course of ten years it had served her well. She was a regular at her favorite cafe, and had been sitting at the same table since she and Dominique had moved down the street. This morning seemed to starting off like any other - the blonde’s nose was deep in her latest novel, taking sips from her mug every now and then, with copies of various newspapers sticking out from her bag. She would go into the offices soon and truly begin her day, but this was her time for herself.
Unlike most days, though, Victoire could begin to feel someone watching her. Looking up, she marked her place in the book, before her eyes fell on another figure, locking eyes as she raised her brows. “Can I help you with something?”













